Chapter 4
********Here it is, as I promised. This chapter is dedicated to Anna, my Alias buddy, because man do we know suspense, this chapter will leave you wanting lots more, and just to let you know, chapter 5 will be the same way, but chapter 6 will break the suspense. Just something for you to look forward to. Also, thank you to all my reviewers; I greatly appreciate you taking your time to let me know how you like my writing. And to that random person who thought it was weird that I cry over my own stories, GET OVER IT, maybe I'm just more sensitive then you. And to GollumRox, I really really hope you are a girl, I couldn't tell and was really scared. Everyone Else, I love you*******
Aragorn was once again left alone in the courtyard. At least he thought he was alone, he figured he would probably never be sure. As he waited for the tailor to come he organized what Elrond had told him in his head. He had to run over something several times, and others were still left undecided. 'Should I tell Arwen? Should I at least tell her he knows? Should I not tell her anything? Should I ignore her completely and try not to get in trouble with Elrond.' He just didn't know. A strong feeling in his heart told him to find her immediately and tell her everything, yet his gut was telling him to just stay away in order to show Elrond that he could control his feelings. He still did not know what to do when the tailor finally came.
He bowed deeply and spoke, "It is my honor to serve you good lord Estel."
"I appreciate your service greatly fair craftsmen." Aragorn let him take measurements for a tunic and pants and a cloak.
When he was finished the tailor spoke again. "I am finished; your clothes will be in your room by one hour before sunset tonight. Then he bowed and left.
Aragorn was once again left in the courtyard by himself, but at least this time he could leave. He decided that he would take a walk through the friendly woods. There had been several springs passed since he was last in Rivendell, and he was sure that some of the weak saplings were now strong, growing trees. He left the courtyard by a different path then the one he entered on. This would take him deep into the comforting woods of his home. He knew not exactly where this path led for he had never followed it all the way to the end. There were many side paths that led off in either direction and he had followed many of those, but today he would stick to the main one.
As he walked he looked around at the trees. He saw new saplings, there were some small trees that had been saplings the last time he left, then there were the medium ones that had been saplings when he was a young boy and had just moved to Rivendell. There were the large ones that had been there since before he remembered and then there were the giant ones whose history dated back even into the early Second Age. These were the trees that Arwen would have grown up with, like Aragorn grew up with the medium ones. He realized this and pondered over it as he walked. The trees put into reality the differences between Aragorn and Arwen, the age, the wisdom, the experience. Aragorn was like the medium tree and Arwen the giant. But then he though to himself again, 'That doesn't matter, peoples differences shouldn't keep them from staying apart.' But then he thought about the other side of this argument. 'But then again, I am ranger who must make myself King and she is a fair princess and Evenstar who only has to be happy. Elrond can see the importance of this life for her, but why can't I?' He shook the thought out of his head and kept walking, 'I'll just wait and see how the banquet goes.'
As he walked along the long past he tried to free himself from the troubles of his past. The death of his father, being denied the love of Arwen, and now the death of his mother were all things that had troubled him more than they should have. And now that he freed himself of his past troubles he was open to new ones. How hard would his journey prove to be, would he be made king, would he be a good king, would he finally be able to love Arwen with the permission of her father? These were the things that would trouble him for his many years to come.
He did not know what would be the next step in his life. He figured he would not know for a while, but tonight would play a major role in that decision. Would Elrond allow him to stay in Rivendell for a while, or would he be cast back out into the wilderness to fend for himself until the time his journey was to start. What was the purpose of his "journey?" Elrond and Arwen had mentioned many times that he would need to be strong for the journey ahead of him, but they never told him more than that. He did not know the extent or purpose of the journey, nor when it would start. These were all things that would affect the next years of his life.
There were few that knew that Aragron was of the Dúnedain's for he was older than 50 at the time of the passing of Gilraen. Though he was 50 he looked much younger, but still had many years before him because he could live well past his 125th year. Eventually many would learn this for it would be odd for a mortal man to live past there 100th birthday. Even hobbits didn't live until they were 130 or older.
He decided that he had done enough thinking for the day. He finished his walk and then retreated to his secluded house off of a wing from the main House of Elrond. It was not yet one hour before sunset so he could not begin to get ready for the banquet so he decided to take a short nap.
He was woken up by the tailor's servant knocking on the door. He hurried to answer it and was handed his garments in a wide box. He gave the servant a coin and he bowed deeply before running off. Aragorn closed the door and sat the clothes on the bed. As he took the box off he was pleasured by the sight of a light weighted grey-blue tunic clad in silver and gold beautifully woven seams and a pair of tight fitting darker grey breeches with a dark grey cloak to match. He got dressed and proceeded to the large banquet hall early.
**********Alright, I hope this wasn't too boring. ********** It's more or less a filler, with little importance, but it introduces some
new ideas. I tried to keep it short, sorry if this was disappointing, Chapter five, coming soon, should be better, and Chapter 6, coming later,
should be much better. Please Review
********Here it is, as I promised. This chapter is dedicated to Anna, my Alias buddy, because man do we know suspense, this chapter will leave you wanting lots more, and just to let you know, chapter 5 will be the same way, but chapter 6 will break the suspense. Just something for you to look forward to. Also, thank you to all my reviewers; I greatly appreciate you taking your time to let me know how you like my writing. And to that random person who thought it was weird that I cry over my own stories, GET OVER IT, maybe I'm just more sensitive then you. And to GollumRox, I really really hope you are a girl, I couldn't tell and was really scared. Everyone Else, I love you*******
Aragorn was once again left alone in the courtyard. At least he thought he was alone, he figured he would probably never be sure. As he waited for the tailor to come he organized what Elrond had told him in his head. He had to run over something several times, and others were still left undecided. 'Should I tell Arwen? Should I at least tell her he knows? Should I not tell her anything? Should I ignore her completely and try not to get in trouble with Elrond.' He just didn't know. A strong feeling in his heart told him to find her immediately and tell her everything, yet his gut was telling him to just stay away in order to show Elrond that he could control his feelings. He still did not know what to do when the tailor finally came.
He bowed deeply and spoke, "It is my honor to serve you good lord Estel."
"I appreciate your service greatly fair craftsmen." Aragorn let him take measurements for a tunic and pants and a cloak.
When he was finished the tailor spoke again. "I am finished; your clothes will be in your room by one hour before sunset tonight. Then he bowed and left.
Aragorn was once again left in the courtyard by himself, but at least this time he could leave. He decided that he would take a walk through the friendly woods. There had been several springs passed since he was last in Rivendell, and he was sure that some of the weak saplings were now strong, growing trees. He left the courtyard by a different path then the one he entered on. This would take him deep into the comforting woods of his home. He knew not exactly where this path led for he had never followed it all the way to the end. There were many side paths that led off in either direction and he had followed many of those, but today he would stick to the main one.
As he walked he looked around at the trees. He saw new saplings, there were some small trees that had been saplings the last time he left, then there were the medium ones that had been saplings when he was a young boy and had just moved to Rivendell. There were the large ones that had been there since before he remembered and then there were the giant ones whose history dated back even into the early Second Age. These were the trees that Arwen would have grown up with, like Aragorn grew up with the medium ones. He realized this and pondered over it as he walked. The trees put into reality the differences between Aragorn and Arwen, the age, the wisdom, the experience. Aragorn was like the medium tree and Arwen the giant. But then he though to himself again, 'That doesn't matter, peoples differences shouldn't keep them from staying apart.' But then he thought about the other side of this argument. 'But then again, I am ranger who must make myself King and she is a fair princess and Evenstar who only has to be happy. Elrond can see the importance of this life for her, but why can't I?' He shook the thought out of his head and kept walking, 'I'll just wait and see how the banquet goes.'
As he walked along the long past he tried to free himself from the troubles of his past. The death of his father, being denied the love of Arwen, and now the death of his mother were all things that had troubled him more than they should have. And now that he freed himself of his past troubles he was open to new ones. How hard would his journey prove to be, would he be made king, would he be a good king, would he finally be able to love Arwen with the permission of her father? These were the things that would trouble him for his many years to come.
He did not know what would be the next step in his life. He figured he would not know for a while, but tonight would play a major role in that decision. Would Elrond allow him to stay in Rivendell for a while, or would he be cast back out into the wilderness to fend for himself until the time his journey was to start. What was the purpose of his "journey?" Elrond and Arwen had mentioned many times that he would need to be strong for the journey ahead of him, but they never told him more than that. He did not know the extent or purpose of the journey, nor when it would start. These were all things that would affect the next years of his life.
There were few that knew that Aragron was of the Dúnedain's for he was older than 50 at the time of the passing of Gilraen. Though he was 50 he looked much younger, but still had many years before him because he could live well past his 125th year. Eventually many would learn this for it would be odd for a mortal man to live past there 100th birthday. Even hobbits didn't live until they were 130 or older.
He decided that he had done enough thinking for the day. He finished his walk and then retreated to his secluded house off of a wing from the main House of Elrond. It was not yet one hour before sunset so he could not begin to get ready for the banquet so he decided to take a short nap.
He was woken up by the tailor's servant knocking on the door. He hurried to answer it and was handed his garments in a wide box. He gave the servant a coin and he bowed deeply before running off. Aragorn closed the door and sat the clothes on the bed. As he took the box off he was pleasured by the sight of a light weighted grey-blue tunic clad in silver and gold beautifully woven seams and a pair of tight fitting darker grey breeches with a dark grey cloak to match. He got dressed and proceeded to the large banquet hall early.
**********Alright, I hope this wasn't too boring. ********** It's more or less a filler, with little importance, but it introduces some
new ideas. I tried to keep it short, sorry if this was disappointing, Chapter five, coming soon, should be better, and Chapter 6, coming later,
should be much better. Please Review